Recorded in my backyard, Highland Park, Los Angeles. As the school semester ends and the shelter-in-place orders continue indefinitely, the world has steadily contracted. Walks around the neighborhood have become increasingly dull and without classes to teach and meetings to attend over Zoom, social interactions are confined to my household. Our weed and bougainvillea-ridden backyard provides a blessed bit of respite, socially isolated but sonically connected to the surrounding neighborhood. Maskless, I enjoy the intimate, delicate, ASMR-quality of gardening, framed by the birds, next-door neighbors, and traffic drone.